Motherhood: Unscripted

Gimme

I wondered how long it would take, reaching the gimme stage. Two years, seven months, and one day. I picked Robbie up at daycare this afternoon, and he was in dire need of an apple. His third of the day. That was when I heard it for the first time. “Gimme apple, ‘Neanne.” Not even a please crossed his lips.

And then again, in the car. “Gimme chocolate, Mom.”

This could be the start of something terrible. I didn’t give him anything until he asked the right way, but I don’t have a good feeling about this…

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Balancing a full-time job, a LuLaRoe business, two boys, a traveling husband, three cats, and a dog is an adventure too good to miss. I hope you'll stop by often to read up on our trials, celebrations, and misadventures.